Albert Ferland Poems

Albert Ferland Poems, Albert Ferland was a French-Canadian poet and illustrator. Born in the late 19th century he was known to be a sensitive man who always sought out the company of fellow writers and artists. He did not have the advantage of a good education, coming from a relatively modest background, but through reading copiously and much private study he taught himself the skills required to be a highly competent poet and artist.

Albert Ferland Poems
Albert Ferland Poems

He was born on the 23rd August 1872 in the Canadian city of Montreal. His father was engaged in the mineral water industry and Albert joined him for a short time in this field having abandoned his education at an early stage to do so. He had ambitions to be a poet though and his work was of a high enough standard to merit publication in magazines such as Le Monde Illustré. He was able to supplement his income by exploiting his talent for drawing through teaching at evening classes.

Albert Ferland Poems
Albert Ferland Poems

While still in his twenties he had two collections of poetry published including Poetic Melodies in 1893 and, two years later, he helped to set up the École Littéraire de Montréal. He was also involved in the publication of a literature and arts magazine. The school was an attempt to purify the French language spoken by Canadians as well as exploring new forms of literary expression. It had ambitions to delve into the “soul of the people”. Ferland, along with fellow poets such as Louis-Joseph Doucet and Hector Demers sought to concentrate their literary efforts on producing “nationalist poetry”.

Albert Ferland died in 1943, aged 65.

Albert Ferland Poems
Albert Ferland Poems

A une Jeune Fille

Qu’il est doux et beau le jeune âge,
Où l’âme garde sa candeur,
Où, ne redoutant nul orage,
On ne connaît que le bonheur!L’enfant passe les jours qu’il donne
Joie au coeur et sourire aux yeux,
Ne songeant pas que l’on moissonne,
Plus tard, des jours moins radieux.Mais bien qu’après ces temps d’aurore
Tu verra ton ciel se ternir,
Jouis du matin, chante encore,
Et, joyeuse, attends l’avenir.
Albert Ferland Poems
Albert Ferland Poems

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